Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 305

Chapter 305 – 30. Marguerite of Jealousy (5)

A thick blizzard, like the mist of an early morning, blew through the window. Fortunately, the mansion designed by the eccentric genius of Aragon had no gaps, so there was no need to worry about visiting the country. To be honest, the world filled with diffusely reflected white light beyond the instruction manual felt a little strange.

Of course, that doesn’t change anything. The woman who had kept her place until the banquet which had been held the night before to save the face of her half-brother, she rose as always at the appointed hour. Even though she was constantly fatigued from short breaks and naps, she made her bedding without showing any sign.

Unbeknownst to a duke’s daughter, the frugal lifestyle was established after she entered the convent. Indeed, aristocrats were nobility, considering that they had a masterpiece made by a craftsman from a foreign country with all their heart and soul.

Because she wasn’t really belongings for luxury.

When she was young, she just kept using the stuff she got as a birthday present from her parents. It must have been absolutely accurate in measuring the time as much as it is valuable, and even a family that has been rid of the chaos is there when you want to think of it sometimes.

‘Sister Mar! Look at this!’

‘Oh my God, Rom!’

‘Isn’t there a square rock and a huge tree on the trail over there? I was drowning in the pond next to it! The squirrel family thought it was an acorn and picked it up and threw it away!’

Lumiere, it was he who returned the pocket watch that he had lost while taking a walk in the garden by the clear lake one day. Not only was he small and cute, but he was also a very lovable younger brother with a sociable and friendly personality.

‘Wait, a pond? Then, could it be that you dived alone?’

‘Huh! Did I do well?’

‘He’s going to be in big trouble! Do you do that dangerously for this one watch? What the hell are Anais and Leonard doing… !’

For this reason, the abbess had a special regard for her pocket watch, which might be the most expensive of her few belongings. He secretly thought that the entanglement of memories with his precious younger brother might be greater than the reason why it is useful to think of a family with whom the attachment he has unknowingly is not very close.

‘Wow, don’t be angry.’

‘Oh, it’s not like this doesn’t happen once or twice! Please think about my older sister, who is worried about what to do if something goes wrong!’

‘But, whimper…’

‘This guy, don’t talk back! Didn’t you just say you did something wrong when you got scolded!’

‘Hey, I was wrong…’

Marguerite smiled as she washed herself clean in the bathroom to avoid getting dirty. By the time I dried and combed my damp hair, I was emotionally reminiscent of the days when I used to nag my little brother when I was young.

‘A human life cannot be exchanged for material things. Unless it’s something valuable like lofty beliefs. My sister tends to believe that those who believe that money can’t buy happiness are wrong, but no matter how much it is, what’s the point if there is no family to share that happiness with? …’

Most of the admonitions he gave while pretending to be adults were words he had picked up somewhere. However, the sermon she brought out in this watch-related anecdote was from the heart. Even though the ship may be different, he was a younger brother that I could not exchange for anything.

‘I like Mar-noona the best in the world.’

Little guy

‘Don’t lie that you’re okay when you’re not always okay.’

On the subject of a little kid.

‘Heh, I’ll protect Mar-noona!’

How are you so cute

‘Do you like me too? Then, will you marry me when you grow up?’

Marrying within a family is absurd.

‘Well, the marriage proposal was made by a man! So when I get older, I’ll become a very cool knight and then I’ll talk to my sister face-to-face! Let’s live happily ever after!’

Putting on her achromatic underwear and dress in turn, the abbot arranged her appearance. She sat at a desk in the corner of the room, spread out the scriptures of the heavenly gods, called the Heavens, and preached her own worship as it was. As she turned each page, she recited her verses in a benevolent and generous voice, or held her hands together, closed her eyes, and said her prayers.

‘Lord, our great angel…’

May your mercy on the lambs last forever. As I repeated those words in my mind, when I opened my eyes again, the candlestick placed behind the scriptures trembled slightly. She was not foolish enough to confuse superstition with revelation, but she somehow felt like an odd omen.

And, as it happened, her premonition was somewhat correct.

It was because right after that, among the objects I possessed, those with strange magical powers clearly vibrated. A crystal ball made by carving obsidian, it was commonly used for communication purposes in the Celestial Church, where Marguerite Dior belonged.

Although it was not comparable to the shouting crystal ball of the Gallic royal family.

This obsidian crystal ball provided fairly decent two-way communication, even if it was limited to audio and not video, even without stopping at the communication center. Since the material is expensive, it was a supply that was naturally given to a person in a high position like her, even though it could not be distributed to all of her church members.

“Godfather.”

Margaret, who took out a support stand on the desk and put the obsidian crystal ball on it, opened her mouth in a straight posture. She could hold a position higher than her abbot in the Celestial Order of Gallia, but certainly not her real status.

Even Bishop Ravel, a powerful man in the West, is technically a priest inferior to Marguerite Dior. She may be a few steps higher in the hierarchy, but it is absurd that Archbishop Albert Monet, who is also the elector of the ancient empire, surpasses Han as her successor.

“It’s been intense.”

In the same vein, the obsidian crystal ball that Marguerite possessed was only connected to one person. Even the holy king of Etruria was an old lady who was known to have the same courtesy.

“I have reviewed the matter requested by the abbess. I’m glad she seems to be doing well in many ways in the North, contrary to this old man’s concerns.”

Her goddaughter and her pupil also heard the voice of an old man who did not carelessly lower her words. It wasn’t even time for breakfast yet, but when I saw that they got up and contacted me, I could guess that they properly shared at least one sincere aspect of Marguerite and Albert.

“I have often heard about Romuald, Baron of Ardennes, and his younger brother. His reputation now vibrates terribly throughout Gaul, including Lumiere. As such, I know that the possibility that the events written in the letter from the abbess to me will become a reality cannot be ignored.”

“My brother is an innocent child. He is frugal and not religious, but I have no doubt that he is essentially a good boy. As such, I don’t want those blind to power like the Duchess of LeBlanc or the Marquis of Lemoyn to corrupt Rome.”

“In that sense, you requested a mobilization order.”

There was a slight change in Albert’s toneless voice. It was because of the mobilization order that had a fairly strong deterrence in the church. Having made up her mind since her crippled brother won the dueling trial in the East, the abbess immediately sent a request to the old man, who was my mentor, godfather, and religious superior.

“But it is worrying. You know that the people of the Order requested by the Abbot of the Abbey are extremely difficult to control. Their sincerity is unquestionable, but you should also keep in mind that they are as prone to runaways as they are.”

“… Yes, I am prepared.”

“In that sense, I will allow it on the premise that I will attach a guard.”

The masterpieces of the Kingdom of Gallia are not limited to the political or social world. In the religious world, where the boundaries of the border are blurred, the status of each individual on a subject that is not even aristocrats is rather unapproachable.

“The departure of the Sisters of the Battle of Le Verrier.”

Every faction needs people who are in charge of intelligence. In a struggle for power, getting information quickly is the way to win.

The Battle Sisters of Le Verrier were the elite priests of the order created in that context.

As for these women who turned their backs on the past and took refuge, they all have one thing in common: they are beautiful and bloodthirsty.

It was because they were zealots who engaged in operations, starting with the beauty world, like the Petrified Clan of the West, or acted as armed groups like the Order of Knights under Bishop Ravel, and enjoyed the summary execution of criminals along with maintaining public order in peacetime.

“Can we know when they will arrive in the frozen land?”

“Last night, I received word that we have already arrived at the abbey in Saint-Bourse.”

“… !”

The more extreme measures are delayed, the better. From the appearance of the baron leading the banquet, Marguerite was able to see that he was not a person without real power as expected, but even so, he did not see that the political conflict in the north was completely settled.

“Immediately after your request, the order to launch was issued. It is because I have no doubt that the judgment of the abbess will always be right. That kind of trust is also the most effective way to convey what I want to convey.”

In that sense, requesting the dispatch of the Sisters of the Battle of Le Verrier was a good thing. Simple evangelism was the ostensible reason, and in some cases it could have been mobilized to ensure my own safety or to help Rom’s political decision.

“In addition, the Watcher has a long-standing relationship with the abbess. Please understand that this part cannot be conceded.”

Recalling her old bad relationship with her teacher’s arrangements and comments, she nodded as if it didn’t matter.

“Then, good luck.”

The more important thing is the future of my younger brother whom I love more than my feelings!